This is a song about "Left"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Never ever pay rent

With the rest who are left

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

And i'm left for the corrections,

Right now using my left brain

Grown men in this game

Cause i’m back on my grind

All the people you left behind.

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

I don’t care where ya are

I left for one summer,

That happen to act like a black president

That was good shit, is there any left